Words of wisdom (or not) from the meandering mind of a woman who ought to know better...
Hee hee. This was mentioned on the radio last week. My first thought was, "Hey! That was in the book I just read!" Seriously, Hal Duncan's _Ink_, which is a sequel to the equally odd _Vellum_ has a "story-line" about the future wars that includes "orgone" weaponry that affects those hit by the rays/bombs with out-of-control immediate-need lust.
They need to drop the "gay bomb" on the Rupublican National Convention...It's too bad Falwell died--I would have paid a lot of money to see him get it on with Pat Robertson...*evil grin*
PASSIONATE NIGHTS LET US ENJOYPassionate nights of steaming loveLet us enjoy, becauseThe end is nearing fast enoughNor we forestall it thus:But actions of my governmentGive rise to enemiesThat may well harbor the intentTo ruin such times as these.Bombing a people to a rubbleDoes not engender love,While--in a world so rife with troubleWhere every day is rough--It seems we can do little moreThan keep some love aliveDomestic--even though the roarOf hatred war does drive.It is but moonlight (or a streetlamp)Now filters through the window,While naked flesh-on-flesh so we trampIn joy--but not a sin do:I press, caress, and you returnWith heaving sighs, the same:It is a passion, so we burnWithout a sense of shame.So I will play, and kiss those partsOf you, a joy to know--Not quite communion of true heartsBut pleasure, even so.Ah, words need not report, in detailWhat I do, as so makesYour body writhe--not come by retail,But joy it is awakes,Fantastic wild the ecstasy,But we need not report it,Wild naked, sweet gentility:The editors can sort it.These pleasures are but born of love:We pray to God our tithe;But elsewhere rude conditions shoveAnd other bodies writhe.The spurting is from blood released,A body truly dying,While policy is but appeased,Unto our own guilt tying;For ours the government has doneEgregious harm againstInnocents--why, beneath the sunWas ever war commenced?
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